250 Crazy Life

The brakes sounded harshly, and the carriage of the foreign devil's consulate stopped in front of Li Xiang.

A foreign devil jumped out of the carriage with a hard look on his face. He stood upright in a dress. He holds a formal brief folder in his hand, with a flower stamp on it. It was very unnatural to look down at the snow mud on the shiny leather shoes and frowned. It was really a dirty city in a savage country.

Li Xiang, dressed in the military uniform of an ordinary soldier, stood opposite him in a big way, with his shoulders down and his eyes slanted, only smiled and didn't say anything. Looking at the face of the foreign devil, he thought with his toes that he knew that this foreigner was unhappy. It makes the foreign devils unhappy. Shouldn't I, Marshal Li, be happy?

Medi and Song Que were next to Li Xiang, with a look of watching the play.

Mr. Yang bent down stiffly and waved his hand gently. A translator came up. Lord Yang whispered a few words, and the interpreter followed nervously: "I am authorized by the Consulate General of the British Empire in China to officially inform you. Your Excellency issued a telegram, made a serious protest to the British government, and immediately withdrew the concession's eligibility for negotiation, which has been recognized. The negotiation committee member of the country is already on the road to Hankou and is ready to start formal negotiations with you. I hereby inform you that I wish you a good day.

The translation fell, and the foreigner seemed to have a red charcoal ball in his hand. He put the official document in Li Xiang's hand, turned around and climbed into the carriage and went away.

Xu Yifan turned his eyes and opened the brief folder. It was a post inside. He saw that the cover was for him. Just a slight smile. It doesn't matter to hand the post to Meadows around him.

"Brother, I just came back to Hankou and received a post. It's still from Mr. Yang, but it's new. Please take a look at it for me. Which distinguished guest?"

Medy took a look doubtfully and saw that it was going to be the Spring Festival. The cover of the post was a very happy red paper. The housekeeper's little sister curled her lips and smiled, and the foreign devil was also very fastidious. He was confused when he opened the folds, but inside it was a small regular script. At a glance, I knew that it was Hanlin style, and the standard official font was tested in more than ten times.

"It's a party held by Pan En, the president of the International Chamber of Commerce. Do you want to go?"

What object? A current foreign businessman in the Hankou Concession invited me to dinner? I still have a lot of things to do.

"I won't go!" As he spoke, he flew and snatched the post from Medy's hand.

In the afternoon, the two fast horses rolled up the wind and snow and swaggered to Hankou, extending a few miles along the Yangtze River, the concessions of Britain, France, Russia, Germany and Japan, and the entrance of the Yanjiang Avenue connected by these miniature European cities. There is a high wooden fence at the entrance of Yanjiang Avenue, which separates the Huajie Concession. The fence is also covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, surrounded by white. The road was blocked, and immediately the knight stopped the horse helplessly, and a shout came from the shadow.

"Hight! Foreign adults have a lot of concessions. What kind of people with no eyes dare to break through?

The steed steed a ball of white gas. Song Que was so angry that he was so angry that he could kick the fence and kick these two devils down the Yangtze River to feed the bastards. He smiled fiercely and turned back to the mule cart and shouted, "Marshal, I feel suffoating when I enter this place!" If we didn't leave Hankou, the foreign devils would be so arrogant!"

Several empty-handed two devils in tiger skins of the Concession Police Station came out of the dark room hiding from the snow, while stoling their feet hard to dispel the cold, while looking at the knights dressed as two revolutionary soldiers.

Song Que scolded and said, "Open the door! We are the guests invited by your master, Mr. Yang!"

The two devils looked at them suspiciously and felt familiar, but they couldn't remember. At first, a little police officer scolded in a rough voice: "Look at your cowardice, can you afford to ask for a word? The local steamed buns of the revolutionary army... Do you want to come to the concession to make trouble? This is the territory of foreign lords!"

While scolding, a tall red-painted carriage passed by in a daze. The car was hung with the mark of the old British mansion, and there was a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper.

The two devils quickly shouted at Song Que: "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The fence was pushed away, and the carriage passed by. The housekeeper spilled something on the car: "There is a reward!"

The little police officer with a smoky face smiled charmingly: "Thank you for your reward!" The policeman below coaxed all over the ground to pick up the ten coppers scattered in the snow.

Li Xiang narrowed his eyes and looked at these arrogant and cowardly Chinese people, and looked at the tall carriages that were far away. Song Que couldn't stand it for a long time and waved his whip to "slap!" With a click, there was a blood stain on the little police officer's face immediately.

"Dog! Make way for the general!"

Song Que's scolding woke them up. They suddenly remembered who the person on the horse was? He was so scared that he covered his face and let it go quickly. Carefully sent the two fierce gods away and almost passed them back.

Yanjiang Avenue is a beautiful boulevard with shade and lawn between the road and the sidewalk, but the heavy snow hides the green here. The snow on the road has been shoveled clean, and Li Xiang and Song are running wildly.

Here, every afternoon, the social circle of foreigners gathers in the horse racing club for tea, and then plays tennis or golf. Hankou has an 18-hole golf course, which is the best one in Asia. The club room with a balcony - with a swimming pool, a game room, a cloakroom and a large tea room - has a famous long bar room, where officers of foreign gunboats patrolling the Yangtze River often visit.

The facilities along the river are indeed magnificent. This is a thoughtful and dazzling luxury life. If you can see all this with your own eyes, it is not difficult for those people living in the West to understand why those "old Chinese" have to maintain their privileges. Shanghai Consciousness not only does not tolerate the interference of the Chinese authorities, but also typically regards diplomatic missions and diplomatic missions as a burden, believing that although they can sometimes be used, they always overly consider the feelings of the Chinese people.

Li Xiang has seen the carriages and horses in front of the club they are going to, and there is also a faint sound of music coming. But how to listen to this music... Haydn's Quartet string in F major!

A Chinese housekeeper in a foreigner's dress, dragging a braid, said how strange it is, standing at the door respectfully to welcome the guests.

Song Que stared and said, "Look, commander, you're still dragging your braids..."

He had a loud voice and shocked the greeters to look here. The housekeeper saw that two guys in revolutionary military uniforms broke into the concession, and their faces suddenly changed.

"Go," Li wanted to jump off the horse: "Cut off the old man's braid!"

Song Que answered, got off the horse, rushed over, pulled out the old man's little braid, pulled out the army thorn and cut it off. The people standing at the door were dumbfounded and didn't understand what was going on. The old housekeeper's braids were already in Song Que's hands.

And Li Xiang came to the entrance with his hands behind his back.

The guests at the door couldn't help thinking: "Marshal Li! Did he come to the concession to cut his braids when he was idle?

Although the steward who was used to seeing the big scene was cut off his braids by Song Que, he did not dare to cry. Unexpectedly, he took a few steps forward and bowed: "Welcome Marshal Li..."

The stewor signaled slightly to the person behind him. He received the instructions from above, and Pan En invited the demon today.

Li wanted to stand there with a smile to meet other people's eyes. His appearance was relaxed and his heart was tense. Although there are contradictions between foreign businessmen and foreign diplomatic missions and diplomatic missions, there is no possibility of repairing them at such a critical moment. Think about it and know that without the privileges of foreigners in the concession and the advantage of foreigners in control of customs, can they still be so enjoyable in Hankou?

After a while, there was a small running sound in the door, and it slowed down again at the door. Then came a middle-aged man with a gentlemanly temperament, a typical British big nose. Wearing a casual suit for afternoon tea, he waved Sedik. When he arrived at the door, guests kept greeting him.

The person who came out should be inexplicably posting to Li Xiang and inviting him here, the head of all foreign merchants in Hankou. Have you ever been to Wuchang to give Yuan Shikai and Li Yuanhong a pony? Pan En, president of the International Chamber of Commerce!

As he nodded in response to other people's greetings, he glanced around. He looks at Li Xiang, who is standing there in the posture of a king. Li wanted to smile domineeringly, and Pan En had come quickly to greet him.

"Isn't this the first general of the first righteous? He fought alone in Beiyang and vowed to carry out the revolution to the end. Li Xiang Li Dashuai?"

Li wants to learn the style of a generation of great people, and tries his best to see three points of domineering, three points of benevolence, three points of elegance, and one point of easy-going modesty...

Now he nod and said, "I'm right!"

Pan En smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with him affectionately: "I've heard of Marshal Li's name for a long time. I would like to ask for your liberty today, and please forgive me!"

Li wants to hand in hand with him. His heart is like a mirror. His thin reputation is not a good reputation for the dignitaries in this era, especially now with foreign devils. In fact, I hate him so much that his teeth are itchy!

Stepping into the club hall, it is a magnificent decoration with a complete combination of China and the West. There is a gas fire in the fireplace, and the room is as warm as spring.

Sure enough, there is an American band performing Haydn's Quartet in F major, a Western band composed entirely of Chinese people. More than a dozen musicians in robes and coats are shaking their heads and pulling Western musical instruments, violins, violas, and cello accompaniment to pluck strings, playing leisurely under the command of a curly-headed Latin.

Inside the room is already a hall with a score table. Foreigners and Chinese are staggered. The table is full of exquisite dishes, but there are knives and forks in front of foreigners. The servants in white coats shuttled back and forth. Some people also carefully carried the champagne and Italian sparkling wine in the ice bucket. When I saw that someone's cup was empty, I went to fill it up attentively.

Foreigners whispered and laughed, smoking the owner's unlimited cigars.

Those Chinese people come together to smoke hookahs, but they are the big Chinese businessmen who should be terminally ill today! I didn't go to inspect the disaster with him, but they all came here! These old guys, looking at Li Xiang's eyes, turned around quickly.

"Handi-in-chief?" Song Que looks like a villain who wants to beat people.

"I saw it! I have a way to deal with them. You can have a western meal here. Li wanted to laugh very obscenely, and Song Que was sweating.

Pan En asked Li Xiang to sit down at one of the tables. A servant came over and asked attentively, "Your Excellency, is it a hookah?"

Li Xiang couldn't help but think of Brother Qing, who traveled through time. He glanced at him, stretched out his right hand, and the middle finger of his index finger was domineeringly separated: "Cigar!"

Standing behind Li Xiang, Song Que, who is a German pig's elbow, said vaguely, "I want it too!"

The servant choked and quietly handed a cigar to each of them. Li wanted to get excessive heat and cigar scissors from his hand. He skillfully roasted one head first, and then cut off the other end with a snap. Burn the cigar and put it in your mouth...

Enjoy it!

Song Que is in the same way.

The style of their master and servant made many people immediately look sideways. At his table, he heard a few sneers.

Crazy! After a few small victories, it's crazy!

At this time, the band's sonata became cheerful and exciting.